Lyrics:
make me rob a store (ha)
Nah I'm playing but you really know
I'm Heath Ledger for my b on the low
Wanna keep everything when I start to blow
And receive
this type of energy
I’m on a playing field by myself
Nobody on the right nobody on the left
Ian never falling off or loosing steps
As long as I’m alive
right and trouble on my other hand
Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in
And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man
A simple dude who can exude
with fire
Let go let God
Let God have his way
Through all the ups and downs
We rise above it all
No time for playing games
Focused on the fire within
No
a gangsta girl
When I smoke, I'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl
When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta
I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them
lack brodie sending him under
I'm the hunter get struck by the thunder
Like she a thot had back out the rubber
Imma keep it a buck
Nigga they know
like they looking for gold
Rapping this beat like I'm yvngxchris Tucker
Niggas keep talking shit I might just Buck em
If She keep looking I might as well
Could this be
these tucker fuckers
apart of the scean
I walk for who knows how long
blue lights flashed
Blasting crazy song
Playing
death I seeing
ride for ya.
Fuck Delores Tucker, fuck Oprah Winfrey.
All of them who said that the black man
don't give a fuck about his woman, bout his lady.
I
a gangsta
[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass Wanksta girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my
fire, fire, fire
You're playing with fire
One day you'll learn when you get burned
By then it will be too late for ya
Be too late for ya
When
on this tea
Beatings for niggas who preach in the street
Those are my niggas I can't let them bleed
Keep em alive cuz they spitting some heat
Taking these
Pour one for the money
I weather the rain
Been through some pain, cut some niggas lose
It was only to gain I got bands than a mothafucka
When it
TA
TA
TA
I still got no money I'm workin my ass off
Gotta go straight to the axe on this level
I'm starting by chopping they hands off
I am a serial
getting rich
I'm a black crow, kill a mockingbird, call me finch
Yeah they know me by the crow, but they don't know me like before
They just know for my
Good morning Ubsaria
Everyone, we're having a wonderful day this morning
The forecast shows that there's gonna be sunny skies for the next seven days
the thrill is chill
But if you keep playing you gone
End up losing the real
That's me
That's me
Have your ass looking stupid roaming Round all alone in
the greatest
But I shy, away from my pride
But I don't care
I just keep doing this shit and ride
Jay-Z maybe
I didn't get to where I got to by being lazy
freak me a gangsta ...
[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
I'm lookin for them gangsta girls
not them fake a** +Wanksta+ girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls,
to the warmth
Of the smoldering coals
I had to leave behind
I quit playing with an old flame
I got burned by that game
Now I'm looking for the real thing
I keep
are constantly
Poised for they that try poison me
And by God's grace it's all in the past
But the past is as real as a pastor
Who kneels before God
mother fucking bitch getting lit
This one for the camera we out this bitch get lit
We out this bitch getting lit stop playing
It's shot o'clock it's shot
up
I'm from the side of town of "keep ya head up and ya brim low" bruh
Don't you get fold up like paper planes, origami
I was playing Yu-gi-oh with
Under the dark of night the cover of silence
Some mother tuckers her kids
Up under the covers
To shield their eyes from the blinding light
Crashing
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